This is a song about "Crispy cream"

I got alotta phones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Tequila hit me like a nina

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

The bitches is everything in between

I got a dollar and a dream

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

With a nice vanilla cream

Exclusives, y'all never seen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't